The fragments of memory in her mind kept shattering.
The already disjointed memories became even more sparse, as those scattered fragments were gradually cleared away, leaving large gaps of emptiness.
"Ugh—"
A surge churned up in her throat, the metallic taste of blood spreading in her mouth so intensely it was unbearable.
Another mouthful of blood was spat out, mixed with clots of tissue.
The first thing that could be confirmed was that her stomach was certainly damaged, or else those ruptured organ tissues wouldn't have entered the stomach and then been expelled through the esophagus.
At this moment, discomfort and pain had been long forgotten by her.
A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
Her memory was still steadily vanishing, those remnants of memory shards continued to fracture, continued to disappear.
Furthermore, not only that, even her immediate memories were rapidly fading.
